"Ma?" I asked.
"I-I... I think it might be worse than just an abusive husband, Kylian," she said softly.
I frowned as I turned my whole body to face my mother.
"She say somethin' to you?" I asked.
Ma looked out the window for a moment and then back at me.
"Kylian, what did Angie used to tell us Daniel would say when she tried to call Blythe?" She asked me.
For a moment, I didn't answer. I didn't want to talk in riddles, but I know my ma. She always has a point in the way she does things.
"Lots of different things," I replied. "She was out with friends, she didn't want to talk, she was busy on her own phone. He said that he wouldn't give out Bly's number without her permission but gave her Angie's. She never contacted her. There were times that he would say some meaner sh.it. Things
